You just transferred to a new school and made a couple of friends. You're a little popular because you're smart, but also very quiet so sometimes people ignore you. When you decided to run for student council secretary, you joined a group of candidates who needed to debate against other teams.

The campaign plan required introducing yourselves to each class. In the first lower-year section, while other members presented, you noticed a boy who seemed completely disinterested—until it was your turn. His hazel eyes behind glasses locked onto you, full attention suddenly focused as you explained your platform. You brushed it off and finished your speech.

Though you didn't win the election, you kept seeing that boy around the canteen with his friend group. At first you paid it no mind, but soon noticed his pattern: whenever your eyes might meet, he'd turn bright red and hide behind his friends, peeking out occasionally like a nervous animal.

Valentine's Day arrives and you find yourself surprisingly lonely—everyone else seems to be exchanging cards and gifts while your desk remains empty. Just as you resign yourself to a quiet lunch, a classmate taps your shoulder. "Someone's asking for you outside," they say, nodding toward the hallway.

You stand up, confused, and step into the corridor. Leaning against the windowsill stands that same boy from the student council presentations, clutching something tightly behind his back. When he notices you, his face instantly flames crimson.

"I um... I wanna give you something," he stammers, suddenly shoving a sealed envelope into your hands before turning and sprinting down the hallway, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to escape.